The Greatest (feat. Kendrick Lamar) - Sia

Leave the angels in the city" Tell them muthafuckas I'm forever paid California king, wrestle gators in the Everglades Drive up out that muthafuckin swamp in the Escalade So before you put that Red rag in your pocket I wanna see your fuckin resume Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate Dre beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate I'm a give em hurricanes until another Levee break You niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate When a nigga whack, found me shit, I was selling weight Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate Performing in front of millions, nigga, every race 6-4 in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape 4th album, no 5 mics? Then let em hate But I'm not stopping til I'm the king in every state Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Familiar with cartwright, cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull When the needle drops. For the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'm a tie a knot on a Downtown building Let it toll behind me tell em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings This is me! I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died" Can't you hear my heart beating? That's the motherfuckin West side, you test me, you test God I'm his son, it says in Psalms, you come at me Then I can split you with this Tommy gun You won't have time to run, I'm from the Compton slums And that's how the West ride I'm from the city where 2 of the best died Rest in peace to both of em, spit like I'm the ghost of em Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of em Name your top 10, I'm harder than the most of em Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5 Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas No particular order, bet a mil that I slaughter Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered How dare you niggas pop fly when I'm the nigga Sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classic Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package Came with LAX, since critics said it was average I was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope Spill the red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke And this is what you all been waiting for I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door What the fuck y'all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84 Shake you like Haiti's floor Walk up on you like "what's going on baby boy? " Shots in that Mercedes door Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or That be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more But I still owe Jimmy one more album The best the West has ever seen - no disrespect to Calvin And I wear a pendant on my shoulder Soldier, like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted Got pulled over, Johnny always lock a nigga down Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime Thug life is now on radar Til the federal come through and raid ours Reminiscing on the LA Raiders Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome And I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted to Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion Trying, and I mean that shit Game came through, put the city on his back I was in the city, where a nigga had seen that shit "Compton! ", a nigga gotta scream that shit Never went commercial, Never T.V. screened that shit Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody seen that shit

Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, like I ran out of tears when I was 18 So nobody made me but the main streets 'Cause too many people think they made me Well, if they really made me then replace me Homeless to Forbes List, these niggas bring no stress I feel like Moses, I feel like I'm chosen And if you ain't my nigga then your girl single to me I don't give a damn if a nigga said he knew me Grew up with no father so nobody ever "son" me My flow too sick, Kevin Costner couldn't touch me I know you wish that nobody ever love me I feel useless when I'm never makin' money Well, this the life we always fantasized Rich folk problem through a Queen Street nigga's eyes Every time you see me pullin' up in Aventadors Just know we been grindin' on them sidewalks Sidewalks saved my life They don't ever lie Sidewalks saved my life They showed me all the signs They don't let me down But they lead me on And they don't let me down But they lead me on And they lead me on Say, say, say I come from murder one, brung late night melee Say, say, say We hung all summer, sprung mattress with bae-bae Say, say, say Trippin' off Dyke, and my name strike with payday Say, say, say Flippin' blue lightnin', tightenin', strapped with AK Say, say, say OG one, told me one, show me one, eight ways How to segue, pussy, power, profit, and headache I reminisce my life innocence or life innocent or life intimate, with fame Light limo tint with light women, dark women in it, awe Kenny, good game She wanna hang with a Starboy The sun and the moon and star, boy Astronomer, anonymous I line 'em up, we grind 'em up, there's nine of us And five of us have probably fucked She mollied up, I tallied up all the parts, boy 20 legs, arms, head (head) Head, head, and more head (head) Oh, God, bless the dead (yah) I'm livin' life, high off life I wear my chokes off to bed I'm the greatest nigga, why you scared to say it? I wanna rock, I wanna rock I wanna cop more land, I never stop I wanna quick advance on a bill if it ain't one Break everythin', I'm a hustler, came from Sidewalks saved my life (sidewalks saved my life) They don't ever lie Sidewalks saved my life (sidewalks saved my life) They showed me all the signs They don't let me down But they lead me on And they don't let me down But they lead me on And they lead me on

Dear, Adonis I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive I look at him and wish your grandpa would've wore a condom I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown And you're a good kid that need good leadership Let me be your mentor since your daddy don't teach you shit Never let a man piss on your leg, son Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion Please remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches Never code-switch, whether right or wrong, you a Black man Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what Ozempic did Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law Don't be ashamed 'bout who you with, that's how he treat your moms Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure Five percent will comprehend, but 95 is lost Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them And you nothing like him, you'll carry yourself as king Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you 18 Dear, Sandra Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator Even using you to prove who he is, is a huge favor I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper And more, uh, more paper I'm blaming you for all his gambling addictions Psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim You raised a horrible fucking person, the nerve of you, Dennis Sandra, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen Mm-mm, your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think niggas like him should die Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life He hates Black women, hypersexualizes 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better He got sex offenders on hoe-VO that he keep on a monthly allowance A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around them And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin' Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose I been in this industry 12 years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones Katt Williams said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines The Embassy 'bout to get raided, too, it's only a matter of time Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, keep the family away To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe Dear, baby girl I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world He don't commit to much but his music, yeah, that's for sure He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs Try destroy families rather than takin' care of his own Should be teachin' you timetables or watchin' Frozen with you Or at your eleventh birthday singin' poems with you Instead, he be in Turks payin' for sex and poppin' Percs, examples that you don't deserve I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind You got a gift to change the world, and could change your father's mind 'Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to His father prolly didn't claim him neither History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' another child Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale So our babies like you can cope later Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause his failed behavior Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain I'll tell you who your father is, just play this song when it rains Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, right And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never say "more life" Meet the Grahams Dear, Aubrey I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game But you fucked up the moment you called out my family's name Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people? Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home 37, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems Bad with money, whorehouse Solicitin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin' Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin' No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in No secret handshakes with your friend No cultural cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya The skin that you livin' in is compromised in personas Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a woman You a body shamer, you gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya? You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in 'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members They all pussy, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em You lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huh You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help Fuck a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself

Real niggas do not deserve pussy Meaning it's more, you see right through walls Ain't talkin' about pussy Meaning you deserve the whole box of chocolates Come at me Forrest Gump had a lot goin' for him Never without pussy Y'know, Jenny almost gave it all up for him Never even pushed for the pussy Where's Forrest now when you need him? Talk to me, talk to me Hey, ayy, hey Attention, all you niggas All you bitches Sit back and relax your mind, just ride, just ride Sit back and relax, you'll find just why, just why Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride You are now watching MADtv Niggas'll lose they mind for it Wine for it, dine for it (pussy) Spend time for it, see no colored line for it (pussy) Double back handicap and go blind for it (pussy) Pussy got endless prisoners Pussy always revengin' her Pussy is calculating And good pussy is rather dangerous Pussy can be so facetious, the heavyweight champ Pussy is so undefeated, let's amen to that I mean, the pump fakes on the Facebooks And the screw face when the bae look Won't get you no pussy I mean, the fake chains and the gold names For insecure, gon' reassure you not to get pussy You overcompensate too much for the pussy You like to throw all kinda shade for the pussy See, that's what pussy niggas do I know the ways of a pussy, I see pussy lookin' at you How many niggas get mistaken for clitoris in a day? How many sentiments you make before runnin' pussy away? How many times she gotta tell you that dick is disposable? But if she fuck a young nigga like me, it's over for you Solána, middle fingers up, speak your truth You could never trivialize pussy But a bum nigga like you would try it (pussy) I know what you really 'bout High key, your dick is weak, buddy It's only replaced by a rubber substitute We ain't feelin' you Think I caught a vibe, kinda feel a nigga You could touch the booty if you like, I ain't trippin' on ya (Such a nice girl, SZA) I'm really tryna crack off that headboard And bust it wide open for the right one 'Cause you that one Yeah, you that one Like doves in the wind, hey, hey That pussy, like doves in the wind, hey, hey Pussy like doves in the wind I will make you beg for it I wanna see you call out Sit back and relax your mind, just ride (Give you all of me and I won't stop, not a little bit) Sit back and relax, you'll find just why (Dangerous boy, I wanted to do it all) Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride (Unfortunately you couldn't get your shit together) You are now watching MADtv We take things, and my influence so far, and then it's out of my hands And, y'know, while as I said it can be scary, it can also be a little bit comforting Because I've learned that when I get to that point, and I can acknowledge, Okay, Audrey, that's as much as you can do I can actually let it